Let Me Put You In The Picture: Version 1

Chapter 163

                  

Author's Note:

            There are too many songs inspiring the next portion of the plot and I'm going to include them all. I can't tell you for sure how many chapters this will go on for but please consider listening to them all if you'd like. I'll include them mid-chapter if more than one ends up in a specific update (which might only happen once). I hope you enjoy them. One more thing: there's something I posted in the Random Passages that I'd appreciate if you read first before reading this chapter. It's called "We All Want to Change Your Head". I would've included it here but for some reason it just didn't feel like it fit even though it probably could have. I hope that makes sense. Thanks again for reading!

                  

Coventry. The Midlands. Up North. Cov. It felt like forever since I'd been there when in reality it hadn't even been that long. I'd been avoiding it like the Plague which was a real shame. I loved the Midlands and the rest of the country beyond that. At least until everything had turned sour.

            The issues with Tom had been kept out of the media and by that I mean, no one knew Liam had been drugged for a second time. We got lucky with that one. He didn't get sick until after we got home so it was pretty easy to slip away to the hospital without anyone having a fucking clue.

            I hadn't seen Tom since the hearing but worried that might change now that I was back on his turf. The Godiva Festival was free and packed and even in a sea of Coventry natives, I was sure that adopted son would stand out.

            I tried to put that thought behind me as I was there for a reason. To interview the Pigeon Detectives and pretend like I knew more than just one of their songs.

            Liam stayed glued to my hip, holding onto my hand as tight as he could. But his vice grip felt numb as I focused on my objective: get in and get the fuck right back out.

            Other people from NME were supposed to be there, Mike included, to report on the other bands and the festival in general. We all planned to meet up eventually. It wouldn't be much of a festival if there wasn't an additional party to go with it.

            We found the boys from the band sitting under a canopy tent cooling down and waiting for the interview to begin. I sat down across from them, crossing my legs, and twisting my ankle around to show off my black low top Converse Chuck Taylor's that had been hidden under my long, flowing, black and white stripe skirt.

            "So, yins are from Leeds..."

            Another polite band filled with gorgeous boys with even more gorgeous accents. Matt apparently DJ'd on Wednesdays for some Yorkshire radio station. Bet you can't guess who he invited on as a future co-host.

            The interview wrapped and the announcement of the party location finally came.

            "Nah. We don't go there, man." Liam told the person who invited us as he stood having a cigarette.

            "Why not?" The inviter asked as he watched Liam take another drag.

            "'Cuz it's a fuckin' bore! Surely you lot've got a better boozer 'round 'ere than that one."

            Maybe they did but that night wasn't going to give us a chance to find out.

            I held my breath as we walked inside the venue. Maybe he wouldn't be there. I hadn't seen him yet and hoped I was in the clear.